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Chapter 33

Under such circumstances, he even forgot where he was.

Is it in a psychiatric ward?

It took a long time before Fu Ji calmed down. This is Yan Ran's home.

It was already dark, the living room only had a faint light from the TV, and the surroundings were pitch black.

He stood up on the ground, his face had returned to normal except for the dripping sweat.

In such a quiet space, Fu Ji went upstairs.

When passing by the study, the door was not closed tightly, and the faint light inside shone from the air.

He landed silently, like a ghost floating outside.

Through the crack of the door, his eyes looked over.

When he saw the scene inside, his expression gradually became stiff, and even the muscles on his cheeks were slowly twitching.

It was as if he had been abandoned in the boundless icy deep sea, his blood froze all over his body.

The tall and straight man held down his thin shoulders. The distance between them was so close that they were almost touching each other. The corners of Yan Ran's raised eyes were slightly flushed, like a smudge of rouge at the end of the eyes, red and white. The bright lights shone on her face with a seductive coquettish look.

They—are kissing.

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Yan Ran covered the wound on her mouth and went back to the bedroom.

The light in the bedroom was turned off, and Yan Ran went to the bathroom lightly.

Lying on the bed after taking a shower, she thought Fu Ji was asleep, and her movements were very light.

Yan Ran's sleep quality has always been good, and she soon fell asleep.

With his back to Yan Ran, Fu Ji, who was already asleep, opened his eyes in the dark, obscure and difficult to distinguish.

-

When Fu Ji received a call from Fu Yi, he was watching an art exhibition.

Fu Yi's distraught voice came over the phone, this was the first time Fu Yi lost his composure: "Fu Ji, you don't really think that you can do whatever you want if you hook up with Yan Ran, you let Yan Ran break up with the Fu family. Is there any benefit to your cooperation?"

Fu Ji stopped in front of a painting, observed it carefully, and replied casually.

"It's not good, but I just like it."

Fu Yi's tone was extremely cold: "Do you think Yan Ran really likes you? She's just playing for fun, and the person she loves is me!"

Fu Ji smiled, still not slow: "Really? She told you personally?"

These words made Fu Yi speechless, and his breath was obviously unstable.

It seems that what Yan Ran did not only stopped cooperating with the Fu family, but also did more excessive things to make Fu Yi lose his composure.

In the end, Fu Yi held back his anger and left a sentence.

"Fu Ji, I will let you see the reality clearly."

Fu Ji put away his phone and continued to look at the art exhibition, as if it was just a small episode.

When he came back, it snowed heavily and Fu Ji fell ill.

He didn't tell anyone that he was sick, and hid under the blanket. When Yan Ran came back, he found that he had a very serious fever at this time, over 39 degrees.

Yan Ran was startled, she took a clean towel and wiped off all the sweat on Fu Ji's body, and then wiped it again with alcohol.

Fu Ji's body was very cold, Yan Ran increased the temperature of the air conditioner again and again, she was sweating all over, but Fu Ji still felt cold.

After soaking the medicine, Yan Ran helped Fu Ji's upper body up, coaxing softly: "Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji, take the medicine."

Fu Ji didn't want to eat it, his whole body was cold, and he didn't forget to vent his curse viciously.

His voice was too low, and Yan Ran couldn't hear it clearly when he got so close.

But he could feel that Fu Ji's mood was very unstable at the moment.

Perhaps, no matter who it is, as long as it is sick, it will become extremely fragile.

She didn't know who Fu Ji was scolding, but she still softly coaxed him to take medicine.

After coaxing for a long time, the man finally took the medicine. After the cold, his body temperature rose rapidly again, so hot that he almost burst into flames.

Fu Ji's hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his sickly face, his eyes were half-opened, his face was blushing with high fever, trembling, he murmured in a very thin and hoarse voice: " I hate you, I really hate you...why don't you die, why..."

He said hate on his lips, but his eyes were red.

He said vicious curses, and he was shaking unbearably.

But the turbulent and twisted hatred in it is beyond doubt.

He really hates, wishing that Yan Ran would die.

The monstrous emotions almost overwhelmed his whole body, and he couldn't get rid of his hatred, so he bit Yan Ran's arm hard.

He still didn't let go until his mouth was stained with blood.

"Hate me," Yan Ran pinned the hair sticking to his face behind his ears, gently stroked his face, stared at his violently trembling pupils, and said softly, "If you can feel better."

There will be hate, there will be crying, and there will be venting, which is good.

It would be good if all the hatred was concentrated on her.

Hate it, hate it heartily.

It doesn't matter if Fu Ji wants to spoil her.

She lowered her eyelashes, her cold and pale face was like a jade statue, compassionate and indifferent.

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When Fu Ji woke up, he had a splitting headache and a burning throat, as if his throat had been scalded by a piece of lava.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel a warm hand touching his forehead.

The young and strong body is very healthy, the immune system is good, and the high fever subsides a lot after one night.

Then, that soft, hoarse voice rang in my ears.

"Xiao Ji, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

As soon as Fu Ji heard this voice, his head, which was already in severe pain, felt like being pricked by a needle. The voice in his ears was still echoing, but he felt extremely bored. The next second I remembered the sound of glass breaking.

The cup was smashed into pieces, and hot water spilled all over the young man. She quickly bounced the hot water away, but she was still scalded.

Yan Ran has cold fair skin, that kind of unhealthy, sickly pale complexion, it is easy to leave marks on his body, not to mention splashing boiling hot water directly on it.

The back of her hand was red all over, and blisters rose rapidly after a while.

Fu Ji lowered his eyelashes, covering the emotions in his eyes, his voice still sounded weak, "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to..."

Yan Ran covered his scalded hand, his expression was very pale, his hair was jet-black, his complexion was cold and pale, and he was wearing a white cashmere sweater, which looked clear and light, ethereal as water, as if there was nothing in a moment. The suspense is broken.

She smiled with a small arc, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was bright and eye-catching.

He didn't say anything, just asked, "Is your body still uncomfortable?"

Fu Ji's face was pale, and the emotion on his face became particularly soft, and he raised the corner of his mouth towards Yan Ran, "It's not uncomfortable, Brother Yan, why don't you go and see the injury on your hand first."

Yan Ran didn't care too much: "The water isn't hot, so it won't be serious."

She brought Fu Ji another cup of hot water before leaving.

Fu Ji didn't touch the hot water, even though his throat was already sore.

　Fu Ji: I hate it, I hate you the most!
　　(Only the mouth is hard from top to bottom)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)